|
Last night my husband and I had sexual intercourse
but it really wasn’t “Mind Blowing”, as I had hoped. He didn’t seem to be
“Into” it last night. I was. Every time I am “Into” it, he isn’t lately.
My husband was shipping out again on an aircraft carrier as he was being
deployed to the Gulf. God forsaken place, he had told me as he had been
there earlier, we both hated it, and we hated to be parting again. I
detested him being gone so much but that is what being a Navy Wife is all
about I guess. I needed something more with our sex life for sure.
I kissed him good-bye at the gang plank and waved to him up on the flight
deck as the huge ship pulled away from the dock. I saw it disappear down
the estuary of the Norfolk Navy Base and go out of sight over the horizon.
My heart sank, knowing that I would have to go back home without him
again. I knew the dildo I had would be working overtime again.
I took a taxi into town bought my ticket at the Greyhound Bus depot and
waited for the bus to take me back to Sophie. Not much going on in the
waiting room. Looked around, not much there that I could see. Boring.
“Ah!” I said to myself, “A bar” It was nestled over in the corner with a
blinking On Tap sign.
“That’s what I want right now.” I breathed to myself and went into the
entry into the dark and muggy interior with a few men and one lady sitting
around drinking and talking. I ordered and started sipping my cool one for
a few minutes, feeling my sex kind of oozing and twitching some, as I
shifted myself to get comfortable. Wow, was I horny.
Who appeared into my field of vision, but some generously proportioned
Marine in full dress uniform standing at my little booth looking down at
me. Now my pussy flinched a little.
“Wow!” I thought to myself.
“Hi! Pretty lady! Want some company?” He asked.
“Man, what a hunk” Thinking to myself.
“Why sure! Sit down.”
He did and I saw all his features and there were many, believe me. Wide
shoulders, well-built and conditioned body, tapered to the waist. Big
hands with elongated fingers.
“God, He looks good in that uniform.” I thought.
My little vagina took a lurch as he reached over and touched my hand and
said,
“Hi! I’m Simon.”
“I’m Kerstin. What you up to?”
“Oh, probably doing the same thing you are – Waiting for a bus.”
“Where are you going?”
“Sophie.”
“Well, so am I.” Not letting his hand release mine in its gentle grasp and
fixing my eyes on his for a fleeting second. He looked intently back at
me. I took his hand in mine occasionally squeezing it gently sometime.
We shared a great conversation for over two and a half hours or so, having
a few drinks and got to know each other really good. He was married going
home to be with his lady on leave, I told him about my husband just now
being deployed. He said he had just returned from deployment and was
heading home for a month to “Get rid of a huge load”. We laughed, teased,
and joked around for a long time. I had a great time and he said he did as
well.
The bus was loading. I thought, “So soon?”
We stood up and I shook his hand gently. “See you on the bus?”
“I hope so. Where are you sitting?”
“I guess we can sit wherever we want, can’t we?” I whispered to him as I
boarded the bus in front of him.
He asked the bus driver as he got on, “Where do we sit?”
The driver said, “Anywhere you like, marine. Oh! And thanks for your
service.” He shook Simon’s hand.
He followed me to the rear of the bus; I found a twin seat together almost
in the far end of the bus and slipped into the window seat. I felt Simon
pull right in behind me. Looked as though no one was sitting across the
aisle from us.
“This is great, isn’t it?” I asked snuggling into my plush soft seat next
to the window.
“Sure is!” He sighed as he unbuttoned his tunic and settled in for our,
probably 15-hour or so ride to Sophie
“Getting comfortable?” I asked.
“I’ll try!” He looked over at me and smiled, “It’s going to be a long ride
for sure, but I hate air travel after all that flying overseas. I’ve had
enough of that for a long while.”
“Yeah, I hate airplanes too.” I felt his hand clasp mine and give me a
gentle squeeze. I looked at him and smiled, not pulling away at all. I
rather liked it. Our eyes met and we both smiled broadly knowing it was
going to maybe be a very “pleasant” ride home. I really didn’t care at
this stage that my vagina was getting a little moist and I hoped I may
just be using it again soon. I wasn’t wrong about that. I was going to use
it all the way the Sophie and beyond.
On the highway, now, heading south into the fading light of evening. On
into the night, him holding my hand and talking continuously about
anything and everything About 8 PM Simon reached for his carry on case
stored above us in the storage rack, removed a small bottle of Vodka and
two cups, and sat back down.
“Want some?” He asked opening the flask of vodka trying to hide it not
knowing if it would be acceptable.
“Oh! Sure, love it.” I gasped reaching up to him then helping him get all
the stuff together in our trays.
“That’s better” I thought to myself, “I really need a drink.”
We sipped our drinks for about an hour or so, getting closer and closer on
the plush seats and removed the center armrest so we could get even
closer. Occasionally he would make a risqué statement about how
exceptional my breasts were or how extraordinarily firm my thighs were. I
would just giggle and gently slap him, even though I really took pleasure
in it. This was getting exciting for me for sure. I felt the need and
urging in my vagina to get into Simon’s pants. The inhibitions for some
reason had been sedated in my little vagina by the vodka. I really smiled
on the inside and it felt good.
“Why not?” I thought to myself, the drinks had sedated my brain as well, I
guess. Simon looked like he was more than willing, I knew that. And for
sure, if he didn’t do something I would. He looked intently at me, stood
up, got a blanket from the overhead bin, and sat back down. As we rolled
along I began noticing that the individual lights over the passengers
seats were going out one by one. I guess everyone was turning in for some
sleep.
He covered my lower half and also draped it over his thighs. As he settled
back into the cushions, I felt his long fingers seek under my loose skirt,
up my inner thighs and come to rest on my mount very gently. I liked that
a lot. We looked fixedly at each other as I just lay back slightly and
scooting my thighs down off the bottom cushion somewhat to better sense
his fingers inquiring in the bounds of my humid panties. I reached under
myself, and pulled my skirt up past my thighs, as I smiled at him
sheepishly. I gave him better access to me and he took advantage of it. I
noticed a few more light go out.
“Ah! Yeah! That’s better.” I whispered toward him, his hands again coming
to rest on my moist sex, my eyes tranquil under his pleasurable strokes
and I did like it.
“You like?” He whispered?
“Oh! Yeah! Give you an hour to stop before I call the driver.” I giggled.
“OK!” He struggled for breath and manipulated his long tapered finger
along the wet slit a few times very slowly, then found the hardening
clitoris and spiraled his touch surrounding it, thrusting my thighs up to
merge with his touch.
I sighed audibly, “Oh! Simon!” As I felt his nimble fingers stroke my wet
slit up and don then again and again.
I reached up and turned out our light over our seats. It was totally dark
in the coach now, only a few lights remained on plus the occasional car
going by our window as we passed them on the highway.
“Oh, you do like that don’t you?” He gasped.
“Oh! Yeah! A lot.” I sighed, my lips close to his now.
He lowered his lips to mine and I felt his mouth open, engulfing mine in a
slow wet kiss, our tongues touching gently. As we kissed passionately, his
fingers stroked the opening of my vagina a little more rapidly now then
returning to my clitoris. Faster and faster his fingers massaged my
vagina. I wiggled under his touch feeling my little pussy twitch rather
intensely. He clasped two fingers around my hard clitoris and stroked it
up and down gently. I squirmed under his strokes, twisting my thighs
slowly, then humping up forcefully toward his tender fingers when every
release of delight streamed through my thighs.
“Oh! I was going to get it. Wasn’t I? I was. I was. Oh! God!” I knew it. I
was ready for it. It inflamed me. It was coming – I felt it rising in my
thighs. I knew I was going to orgasm; I grasped his mouth to mine so he
could take in my increasing breath. His was finger fucking me to orgasm.
More – More – More. Rising to an apex, higher and higher until I shuddered
a release of my first orgasm with this man, fingers stroking me hard and
fast – faster – faster. It felt fantastic as my little belly quivered with
this sexual ecstasy. Rumble of delight voided through my body, my thighs
heaved up and down while our lips locked tightly together muffling my
contented breathing.
“God! You’re really wet, baby!” He whispered in my ear, knowing he had
done it for me with only his fingers. I guess I was secreting some left
over semen for last night as well.
“Oh! Baby!” I moaned next to him, “Oh! Yeah! God! That was fantastic!”
My body quivered a little then settled back in the seat again, his finger
still massaging me gently but firmly, rubbing my clitoris in the sticky
ooze. He didn’t stop, stroking and touching, kissing me firmly. I reach
over, unzipped his pants and found my hand on a very large throbbing penis
covered with his pants. He unbuckled his pants and unsnapped his waistband
giving me freedom to explore. In the darkness of the coach we couldn’t be
seen by the other passengers, I could hardly see what we were doing. He
repositioned his penis so I could grasp it firmly and touch it at will.
“My God!” I told myself, “This is too much! He’s too big! This is going to
hurt!”
I kissed him again,
“Oh man!” I sighed feeling the slimy, gooey discharge expel from the tip
of his massive crown. I could not clasp the circumference of his shaft
with my fingers.
“Shit!” I thought to myself. “Ohh! I can’t possibly do this. It’s going to
hurt for sure.” I envisioned him ripping me open and bleeding.
He sighed as I slowly raised and lowered my hand along its length, making
him grow even harder his cock throbbing uncontrollably now. I stroked the
head and ran my finger over it, coating the sticky liquid over the crown.
He writhed to my touch. His hips rotated feeling my gentle touch on his
bulky shaft as he pulled my body to him and kissed me again.
“What was I going to do?” I thought. My body ached to have this tool
inside, but I worried about the pain
“No! Oh Baby!” I sighed, “I can’t. I can’t do this.”
“Why not? You act like you want it!”
“I do want it, but you’re too big. NO! It’ll hurt.”
He rolled a little on top of me under the blanket so no one would see us,
“Try! Baby, Try!” he pulled his trouser off on the floor, my hand still
grasping his massive arched tool.
He rolled me back in the seat; I felt his hands reach up under my skirt
and remove my flimsy panties and pulled them over my willing legs, down
over my feet. He returned to face me after he released my panties to the
floor of the bus. I felt his tool poised over my sex still throbbing maybe
even harder now.
“Oh! NO! I can’t!” I gasped.
“Try!” He cried, “I need it, baby!”
“Oh! Simon! Oh! Oh! God! Simon. No! No! NO! I can’t!”
“You want it don’t you.”
“I don’t know, Simon. I really don’t know!” I sighed.
“It’s been a long time, baby!” He whispered in my ear.
“Oh! Simon! Please! Please don’t!” My words said ‘No’ but my body said
‘Yes’. My hands firmly grasping the manhood firmly, trying to say “No” but
the words didn’t come out. He sensed that, I know he sensed that as he now
clutched his cock and continued his advance. I released his cock and
raised my arms over my head as he kissed me again. Submission.
The cock head separated my pussy orifice a little. I sensed the massive
head enter gently. I was so wet it didn’t seem so large after all. I felt
it stretch my vaginas aperture and the flanged head shuddered beyond my
sphincter muscle as I jerked a little. This was it! In it slid, deeper and
deeper infringing in my sex tunnel opening me wider and firmly wedging
inside.
“There, Baby!’ There it is! It’s in Baby!”
“God! This – This – this is—Ohhhh!l!” I shrieked quietly.
I lifted my butt up to accept it deeper. I reached down to our united sex
and felt it partially inside, slipping delicately against my clitoris,
slipping ever so slightly in and out. Then he pressed powerfully toward
me, lodging another inch or two inside. I circled my legs around his
buttocks and drew him ever so securely to me on each stroke. Wet sounds
coming from our united parts. So wet, I could feel the juices flowing out
of me to the seat, I didn’t care.
“GOD!” I whispered in his ear,” Oh! Yes! OH! Simon! Yes! Now Yes! That’s
it, baby!”
He stroked more. In and out, in and out stroking pleasure all the way
through my pussy, gliding on my love juices. Slipping along the interior,
ever deeper and deeper. I became aware of the width and breath of his tool
as it occupied new territory my husband could never explore before and
probably never could with his equipment. My vagina surrounded his firm
penis like a glove.
“Told you! Told you, baby! Feel it? Feel it in you sweet thing.” He
wheezed in my ear.
“God! That’s wonderful! You fill me so good!” I breathed. My vagina was
filled to the brim, not hurting, just the opposite. Feeling better than I
had ever felt in my sex parts.
As the bus hurdled and swayed under us, Simon’s tool explored and expanded
inside me. Every heave of the coach sent delights of passion through me.
He held me close in the seat cushions, encouraging motion inside me ever
so slightly, letting the action of the bus do most of the work. We bounced
as the bus rolled over dividers in the roadbed, up and down, side to side,
his tool massaging my vagina totally with each twitch. Rolling on and on
into the night, locked in our sexual embrace. His cock kneading the walls
of my yearning vagina, I felt its mass lodged securely surrounded by my
tight vagina.
In a little while I sensed Simon was building; he breathed harder and
harder. I sensed that his ejaculation was getting closer and closer. My
vagina responded by clasping around his tool and convulsed around it
tightly. Building – Building, my hips replied passionately as I felt his
substantial cargo ejaculate with a mighty gush inside my trembling
receptacle as I again let go another orgasmic release and my juices voided
around his bulky cock. We came together.
Pent up ejaculate stored over his long deployment inundated me to
overflowing. Our mixed love fluids ejected around his tool and made a
squirting sound and my pussy farted softly as the stream strained to
escape from my depths and around his embedded tool.
My pussy farted again. Then again he shot more of his warm semen into me.
Hearing it escaping threw me into another heaving orgasm and I sighed out
loud as it released my orgasm again. My little belly convulsed under him,
my vagina clasped his cock tight and released repeatedly as I expelled my
orgasm. I was having repetitive orgasms – never had them before, but I
sure was under Simon’s direction. It felt wonderful.
The bus rolled on into the night locked together. It was hours before we
parted our sex parts and laid back to sleep. |
|
|
